Chapter Thirteen
Max sat in Ethan's office as he read the journal entry about her dream. Today, he was sitting in the chair next to her, instead of across, and talking to her more like a friend than a therapist.
"What do you think about this dream you had?"
"I don't know what to think."
"Do you think it was just a dream?" Ethan prompted.
"I don't know. I think it could be a memory of some sort. But I haven't met the person, Zack, since the accident, and I haven't heard him mentioned before by any of my friends."
"Logan, as you mentioned, seems to know the most about you. Have you asked him about it?"
"No, I haven't really wanted to breech the subject. I've finally become comfortable with him; at least we aren't running away from each other like we did on the first couple of days. I don't want to risk messing that up again."
Ethan and Max talked for twenty more minuets, analyzing every second of her dream, talking about her instinctive ability to pick the locks, talking about her increasingly comfortable relationship with Logan.
When their session was up, Ethan rose from his chair, walking around to stand on the other side of his desk. "Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but I have transferred your case on the one of my colleagues, Dr. Erica Carey."
Max jumped up out of her chair. "What? Why are you transferring me?" Max heart sank. She really liked Ethan and he was getting rid of her. "Am I doing something wrong? Being to difficult?" Max asked pacing back and forth.
"God no, Max, hold up for a second, let me explain. I transferred your case because I became to close to the patient."
Max paused. "What do you mean?"
"Max, would you like to get some dinner with me tonight?"
Max stopped her incessant pacing to turn and stare. "What?"
"There is a new Italian restaurant opening up near the waterfront. Would you like to go with me?"
"I'd like that." Max accepted, smiling softly.
A/N: Ok, someone did guess this was going to happen in their review...but is it all as it seems? Please, keep reading, becuase like the Ressurected, I am always full of surprises, even if they are rather obvious ones. I should state right now that i am a huge M/L shippers, so this plays out in all my stories.
Max sat in Ethan's office as he read the journal entry about her dream. Today, he was sitting in the chair next to her, instead of across, and talking to her more like a friend than a therapist.
"What do you think about this dream you had?"
"I don't know what to think."
"Do you think it was just a dream?" Ethan prompted.
"I don't know. I think it could be a memory of some sort. But I haven't met the person, Zack, since the accident, and I haven't heard him mentioned before by any of my friends."
"Logan, as you mentioned, seems to know the most about you. Have you asked him about it?"
"No, I haven't really wanted to breech the subject. I've finally become comfortable with him; at least we aren't running away from each other like we did on the first couple of days. I don't want to risk messing that up again."
Ethan and Max talked for twenty more minuets, analyzing every second of her dream, talking about her instinctive ability to pick the locks, talking about her increasingly comfortable relationship with Logan.
When their session was up, Ethan rose from his chair, walking around to stand on the other side of his desk. "Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but I have transferred your case on the one of my colleagues, Dr. Erica Carey."
Max jumped up out of her chair. "What? Why are you transferring me?" Max heart sank. She really liked Ethan and he was getting rid of her. "Am I doing something wrong? Being to difficult?" Max asked pacing back and forth.
"God no, Max, hold up for a second, let me explain. I transferred your case because I became to close to the patient."
Max paused. "What do you mean?"
"Max, would you like to get some dinner with me tonight?"
Max stopped her incessant pacing to turn and stare. "What?"
"There is a new Italian restaurant opening up near the waterfront. Would you like to go with me?"
"I'd like that." Max accepted, smiling softly.
A/N: Ok, someone did guess this was going to happen in their review...but is it all as it seems? Please, keep reading, becuase like the Ressurected, I am always full of surprises, even if they are rather obvious ones. I should state right now that i am a huge M/L shippers, so this plays out in all my stories.